Perhaps because the weather was particularly cold during the snowfall season, Iman felt a stream of cold wind blowing in her face, and she unconsciously leaned into Chengxian's arms.

Cheng Xian didn't say a word just now, and gave up all the opportunities to Iman. He wanted Iman to handle such a thing on his own, and he believed in Iman's choice.

Sure enough, Iman did not disappoint him, and his heart spontaneously filled with pride and pride.

He put his arm around Iman's shoulder, "Manman, I'm very satisfied with your performance just now. ”

Iman leaned towards Cheng Xian, "Hmph, that's all his fault." ”

Then she said, "Jincheng has been in his hands long enough, it's time for us to get it back." ”

Cheng Xian nodded cooperatively.

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A gust of wind blew, and the remnants of snow fell from between the branches, fluttering and fluttering freely, accompanied by the crisp sound of each other's walking, turning into a warm memory in the sky.

When I got home, Sister Jingyan was accompanying Xiao Yi to watch Ultraman, and those little monsters were beaten by Ultraman, but one batch was wiped out, and another batch came again. Ultraman has spent his whole life fighting little monsters, and I don't know if they will get tired.

Xiao Yi watched with relish, Yi Lin Zhang sat on the small bench and peeled peanuts, the peanuts he peeled were big and full, round and round, and not a single bad seed could be found.

When Iman eats nuts, his least favorite thing is to peel them. If she really had to do it herself, she would rather not eat it.

However, at this moment, her father was quietly peeling peanuts for her, and he had already peeled a whole plate.

Iman looked at the simple installation in the room, and watched her dearest people quietly enjoying the most ordinary time, and she suddenly felt that maybe this was the real life.

What she loves, what she cares about, has always been by her side, and she has never lost it. Even if it was lost, she found it all.

Except, of course, Qingyang.

Iman and Seongxian went back to their room, and she wanted to get a good night's sleep. But this is just for rest, not for escape, or for no reason.

She opened the bedside cabinet and went to get the eye mask, only to find a wishing bottle inside, which had been given to her by Qingyang on her eighteenth birthday. Now that I think about it, it's been nine years.

Iman had almost forgotten that there was such a thing.

The tragedy of her Qingyang probably began nine years ago when she was eighteen years old.

At this moment, she can still vaguely remember the scene at that time. When Qingyang gave her this wishing bottle, she said a lot of sensational words, and she laughed at Qingyang for not learning well, but learning those hypocrisy. Later, each of them wrote down his wishes on paper and sealed them in a bottle.

It wasn't long before Iman forgot all about it. It wasn't until this moment that she remembered in a trance what Qingyang had made at that time.

She couldn't wait to remove the bottle cap, poured all the notes on the bed, and opened them one by one to read.

"I hope I can save enough money as soon as possible so that I can buy a wedding dress quickly. ---- Yiyi. ”

This is Iman's wish, at the age of eighteen, all her thoughts are on Qingyang, and the most important and only thing in her life is to marry Qingyang ----.

She knew that since Uncle Chen was imprisoned, Qingyang's life had been very hard, and it could be said that she was very poor. He didn't even have the money to buy those expensive wedding dresses.

Iman has been saving money all the time, and he is even reluctant to buy his favorite clothes, just to save enough money to marry Qingyang as soon as possible.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, so clean and pure feelings, it was really only Qingyang who matched it.

Iman looked at them one by one, and soon saw Jingyan's.

"Your existence is the green sun. ---- Jingyan. ”

Iman chuckled, why did they all regard feelings as the whole of life at that time, they were really naïve.

However, this naivety is their most precious thing. Now they are no longer naïve, but some of them can't handle these simplest feelings.

Qingyang's note is very simple, there are only three words on it---- "Yi Jingyan." ”

He didn't even have a signature, but Iman could still see Qingyang's handwriting at a glance. His handwriting is beautiful, unlike Iman's, which is crooked.

"Yi Jingyan", such a simple three words, but written from Qingyang's hand, covers a lot of different flavors.

He knew it all.

He knew that Jingyan was Yi Lin Zhang's daughter, but he didn't say anything.

Maybe he was trying to protect Iman, or maybe he was trying to maintain Jingyan's dignity, and he covered up everything he knew.

So, what else does he know? Iman didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Stunned, Iman's tears came.

Qingyang, you are making me live in guilt for the rest of my life.

He may not have known that his father's imprisonment was given by Illin Akira, but for the sake of Iman, he was willing to act as if he didn't know everything.

He endured it for so many years, but in the end he died trying to protect Iman.

The Yi family owes them too much, too much.

After Seonghyun entered the room, he took his clothes and went to take a shower, and when he came out in a wide robe, he saw Iman shedding tears in front of a large pile of notes. Immediately ran over with a pain in pain, shouting "Baby, what's wrong with you."

Iman was sobbing with tears and told Cheng Xian all his conjectures. When Cheng Xian heard this, he immediately felt guilty. Qingyang and Iman are doing well, because he recognized Iman as the innocent little sister back then, and immediately drove into it like a ghost.

If he hadn't had the impulse back then, maybe he wouldn't have the guilt he has now.

Qingyang is dead, and he and Iman can't make up for it anyway.

Although he repented in prison for a year, even if he repented for ten years, would Qingyang be able to survive. The so-called repentance is just to make one's heart feel better, and there will be no change in the existing facts.

At this point, he needed to find some reason to comfort Iman and at the same time ease the guilt in his heart.

His eyes lit up and he saw Qingyang's note.

"Well, don't cry yet, look at this note. Qingyang wrote Yi Jingyan, it is true that he knows that Jingyan is your own sister, but there is another thing you don't see. ”

After a pause, he continued: "Since it is a wish, what is written must be what I want to achieve in my heart. Qingyang didn't write anything else, only wrote Jingyan, which shows that he had Jingyan in his heart at that time. ”

Iman looked up, innocent, "Really? Qingyang doesn't like me anymore, so why does he still ...... Still want to protect me? ”

"That's because of guilt, and it's become a habit to protect you. Actually, Manman, a large part of the reason why you feel ashamed of Qingyang is because you don't like him anymore, right? ”

yes, Iman doesn't know.

Cheng Xian continued, "Actually, I guessed a long time ago, Qingyang has quietly fallen in love with Jingyan, he just doesn't want to hurt you, so he has been hiding it from you. If a man doesn't like the woman, he won't do that with her. Don't you understand? ”

The scene from many years ago, Qingyang and Jingyan were together suddenly flashed in Iman's mind. It was that day that she broke her heart and ran out.

However, she still didn't want to admit the fact that the person who had given her life to protect her didn't like her anymore.

Iman shook his head, "I don't understand, I don't understand. ”

Cheng Xian straightened Iman's head, "It's okay, Manman, I'll let you understand slowly." And now ......"

Little by little, he approached Iman, who had just taken a shower, and slowly exuded that masculine aura that belonged to him. Then suddenly he burst out of his wildness and pushed Iman to the bed alive.

After lingering, he said to Iman with bad intentions, "It turns out that I am the ...... who really likes you."

The wind blew against the windows, hissing one after another. Iman lay quietly in the crook of Chengxian's arm, thinking about what had happened over the years, and she suddenly closed her eyes with satisfaction.

All the things that can't be let go, she can fully accept them. Although this process called growth is somewhat indescribably bitter.

In those youthful years, she loved and hated, but in the end they all became dull.

"Chengxian," Iman called softly, "what do you think would have become of us if we hadn't met?" ”

Cheng Xian thought for a moment, "There will be no ifs, because no matter where you are, I will definitely find you." ”

Iman's heart was instantly filled with warmth, and she tugged at Cheng Xian's solid chest, "Cheng Xian, you have done a lot of things wrong over the years, but there is one thing you have not done wrong. ”

"What?" Cheng Xian asked curiously.

"That is, no matter what, you never gave up on me."

After a moment of silence, Cheng Xian kissed Iman on the lips and let go for a long time.

"Manman, there's one thing I haven't had time to tell you. Maybe it's the most vulgar phrase in the world, but I just want to tell you. ”

He paused for a few seconds, and in the bare few seconds Iman heard the sound of Joxian's messy heartbeat. Just like what they had just encountered in those years.

"I love you, Manman, I love you. I only love you in this life, Iman, I love you. ”

A long, long time ago, when Iman resolutely wanted to leave, it was because he didn't love enough. Cheng Xian was good to her, but he never said the words "I love you" to her. But at this moment she was complete.

Maybe these are the three most vulgar words in the world, but these are the most beautiful words Iman has ever heard.

"Chengxian, I love you too."

After another long, long silence, Iman's eyes rolled lonely, and she said in a consultative tone, "Chengxian, after our Jincheng is recovered, I want to make a drama to record our feelings." I even have a name in mind, it's called ---- "Time Please Wait for Me", do you think it's okay? ”

Cheng Xian shook his head, "It's not good, this name is too literary, Xiao Xinxin is not pleasing now, maybe he won't even be able to recover the cost when the time comes." ”

Iman was a little unhappy, "Then what do you call it?" ”

Cheng Xian thought for a while and said, "All along, I want to 'lock' you, but I've been bullying your brain-dead all the time, this drama is called "Locked Marriage, the Male God is Too Deceitful". ”

Iman pouted, "Are you my god?" ”

Cheng Xian also pouted, "I don't know if it's your male god, but I know that I must be the male god that many people dream of." Look at me, I'm handsome and infatuated, and I must be the dream lover of thousands of girls. ”

Iman, don't look around, the years are quiet at this time, and those who are happy and unhappy are all gone with the wind.

I still remember a poem that the teacher asked me to memorize when I was a child, "Jinling Labor Sending Guest Pavilion, the vines and grass are away from the side of the life road." The ancient love is not endless, and the north wind here is sad aspen. ”

At that time, many people said that Iman's "man" character was the word "vine" with a grass prefix, and joked that her name was a kind of grass.

Of course, Iman was very angry, and she yelled, "The old lady's name comes from Qu Yuan's 'Sister-in-law's smile, moth eyebrows and man!" 'It's not grass, it's beautiful!' ”

Now it seems that her life and feelings are like the detached vines, the wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

She smiled with satisfaction, but suddenly a feeling of nausea hit her heart, and she couldn't control it, and threw up at the trash can.

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